Monday, December 13, 2021

poem

 How to Live

First, you lose yourself.

Then you feel unmoored,

Untethered.  I’ll be the imaginary floor

You walk upon with make believe legs

And the walls that shield you 

From mythical northern winds

Gusting down from legendary lands 

And the roof that shades you

From the only in your head 

Scorching hot white blaze

Of an all incinerating sun.


12/13/21

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